Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lilo and Stitch or their characters. I only own story, plot, and three experiments: Drea, Slyther, and Master
Slyther strolled forward with an air of confidence. Angel crept silently behind him, speculating what's going to happen next. The silver experiment disappeared inside the living room and Angel pursued. She felt a chill run down her back at the apparent gloominess of the atmosphere. The house reeked with an indescribable odor that caused Angel to crease her nose revoltingly.
Slyther halted in his steps when he saw Master sitting on the living room couch, lazily staring back at him. Slyther swallowed his piece of saliva uneasily. Master stared back at the silver experiment, knowing what he was here for. He had witnessed it all on the screen in Drea's old room. He knew his only henchman had fallen in love regardless of his warnings.
I might as well just dig up my grave. Slyther thought as he cowered slightly under his angry Master's expression. I have to do this, for me, for Drea, and for Angel. "I'm done."
Done? Angel thought as she huddled unseen against a wall, watching him. Done with what?
Master shook his head disappointingly. "Slyther, Slyther, didn't I warn you? Do you want to be worthless as 626?"
"I remember everything." Slyther growled. "I remember what you did to me and Drea. I remember what you did to our kids. I was happy 701! Happy! And you took all that away from me! I loved Drea with all my heart!"
"Drea?" Angel whimpered, her heart beginning to break. She didn't know Slyther used to have a lover.
Master stood from the couch, his expression enraged. "Drea was nothing but a foolish dragon! She was just a girl!"
"Well that girl was my buchee-bu." Slyther snarled. "And you killed her."
That's why he's so cold. Angel thought as she watched the exchange between Slyther and Master.
"Didn't I tell you love will just get you no where Slyther?" Master tutted. "Didn't I drill it in your head tight enough that love is the most disgusting word anybody could say."
"Apparently you didn't. When I was with Drea, I thought love was the only word that can help you survive. Drea and I were perfect together. I loved her and she loved me. Then you stick your nose in where it's not supposed to be and make me forget about my kids and everything I had with Drea. You're not a father to me, you're just a demon!"
Master's eyes narrowed into slim slits. Slyther could easily see the unconcealed rage in his Master's black pupils. "How dare you betray me! I'll make you envy the dead!"
With that, Master lunged at Slyther. The silver experiment, surprised by Master's sudden assault, laid on the ground helpless. Master punched the experiment three times in the nose and rocked him with his swift hard kicks. Angel watched fearfully from behind as Master attacked the experiment she grew to love. Slyther whimpered as Master stood, grasped him by the throat, and banged his head hard on the solid floor below. His head had a huge gash, pouring blood by the end of the second time. Angel saw the magenta blood trail down the back of his head, causing her stomach to turn. She was terrified of what other things this dark experiment could do to the one she loved. Therefore, it was the miniscule amount of bravery she had in her heart that told her she should defend Slyther.
With a cry of his name, Angel flew from her hiding spot. She lunged at Master, trying to attack him with the same blows he provided for Slyther.
Slyther had heard a female shriek his name in utter terror and the next thing he knew, Master was tackled by a pink ball of fluff. His heart beat quickened when he realized it was Angel. What is she doing here? He thought outrageously. Master will kill her!
Angel desperately bit down hard on the black experiment's neck, but Master wasn't dazed. He clutched Angel's antennas between his two fingers to pull her head back. He reached up to snap at her chest with his sharp rows of teeth. Angel hissed in pain as he sucked hard on her sensitive spot, her V-crest.
Slyther noticed the pain edging on Angel's face. He knew the V-crest was Angel's hurting spot. If anyone abused it, they'd be hurting her. He darted towards them and slammed his fist in Master's face. Master let go of Angel's chest and threw her aside to face Slyther. However, Slyther had other plans than to face the wrath of his furious Master. He dashed to Angel's side, feeling disheartened at the red swelling bruise on her chest. Angel reached up to caress his cheek, her lips being able to smile at him. He smiled back, but it wasn't the similar crooked smile he had forced on his face. This smile was genuine, and to Angel, it made her think that even though he doesn't love her, he still cares about her and not only for her looks, but for who she is.
"Slyther?" She moaned. "What's going on?"
"It's okay Angel." Slyther reassured, bending his head to kiss her soft lips. "I'm going to get you out of here."
Angel nodded. "Be careful buchee-bu."
She was hoping he would respond or at least return the name "buchee-bu", but he only nodded his head and turned away from her. He faced Master with raging loathe and downright despise.
"So, you betrayed me for her." Master snarled infuriately.
"No, I betrayed you for me, for Drea, and for her." Slyther responded, his voice dripping with anger. "For me because I don't want to follow the footsteps of a demon. For Drea because I love her and you killed her. For Angel, because I'm done misleading her and making her believe I love her. I care for her yes, which is why I'm not going to let you lay a hand on her!"
With that said and sealed, Slyther pounced Master, the roles reversed. This time, it was Slyther on top and attacking Master. Angel cried a few sad tears when Slyther declared he only cared for Angel, not love her like she does him. Then the way he spoke about this girl, Drea. She noted how he said he 'love' her, as if meaning he still loves her and refuses to let her go. She wished she could see Drea, see what she looks like, see if Drea was just as pretty as she is.
Suddenly, Angel heard a whimper. She stood on her legs the best she can and turned to look at the scene behind her. She almost wept when she saw Slyther pinned up against the wall from Master. The black experiment had his nose pinched shut and his other hand clutched the silver experiment's throat. Angel gasped as she saw Master's eyes turn from a hateful black to downright livid red pupils. Slyther had his back pressed up to the wall forcefully, as if the wall can help him escape the pain.
Slyther groaned while Angel watched feebly from the back of the room. Master leaned in Slyther's ear, growling out the words. "I'll make you envy the dead 700. I'll make sure you know what stupid mistake you just made. I won't kill you yet, not until I know you have suffered enough, but part of the reason for your perfidy is Angel and she will perish, but not by your hands. Mine."
Before Slyther could utter a word, Master swiveled quickly. All the intense anger he still had on his palms went shooting out for Angel. Slyther screamed, but it was too late. Master's powers of passionate vehemence hit Angel in the wrong place. Her chest, where the V-crest was still recovering from Master's aching treatment.
Angel fell backwards in shock, her body shaken from the force of the blow. She tried to breathe, but every time she let out a breath of air, it felt like it was tearing her insides apart. She remained motionless as her vital organs began shutting down. Her eyes were about to close until she felt someone cradling her head gently.
Slyther had watched Angel fall in utter horror and despair. He had forcefully pushed Master away from him who watched in amusement as he tended to Angel's wounds. Slyther grasped her head lovingly in his shaking hands and laid her head on his lap, stroking her face. She looked up at him with love, flashing him a beautiful smile only she could possess.
"Angel? I'm sorry." He replied. "I didn't mean-"
"It's okay Slyther. I for-" Angel started, but she didn't get to stay long enough. She breathed her last breath and closed her eyes, darkness overtaking her world.
"Angel?" He whispered frighteningly. "Angel! Angel! Please don't die! Please! I can't bare to watch another one I care for die in front of me! Angel please!"
"She's gone." Master replied emotionlessly. "Get over it."
"Yet another life taken by your own hands. I can't wait until 626 finally beats the living daylights out of you! You're nothing but a monster who lives his pitiful days murdering loved ones for his own sick pleasure! I hope you rot in the dirtiest place imaginable, because that's what you are! You're a living organism that should've never existed! You're just as worthless as Earth scum!" Slyther wailed through his tears.
Master's eyes flickered with exposed detestation. He grabbed a struggling Slyther by the neck, clutched Angel's lifeless paw, and carried him up to Drea's old room. He threw Slyther and the late Angel inside the darkness of the room. Master flipped the lights on, revealing Drea hanging from the ceiling fan. Slyther's ears lowered behind his back as he gazed at his previous lover, tears springing to his eyes.
Master came forward with a knife and slashed it across the ropes that held Drea's wrists to the fan. Her cadaver plummeted on the bed, her bloody body tainting the sheets. Slyther crawled up to her, his green eyes filled with tears of sorrow and anguish. He clutched Drea's body to him, kissing her face, nose, lips, and cheeks. He was slightly surprised her body didn't show any signs of decay as it should've been by now. Usually when an experiment dies, their bodies slowly deteriorate approximately three days after death. The first signs was bones peeking through the skin, but on Drea, he didn't find any exposed bones.
Master's voice filled the air. "Look at them Slyther. Let this be a lesson to you. Whenever you fall in love, the girl will end up just like Drea and Angel. Dead."
With that, Master slammed the door shut, leaving Slyther to dwell in his melancholy. As he stroked Drea's carcass, he looked back towards Angel. Tears slid from his eyes as he glanced at the two girls who meant so much to him. The two girls that were dead. His buchee-bu and his victim who he grew attached to.
Morning came bright and early for Lilo and Stitch. They rolled out of bed, extending their limbs to wake up their bodies. Stitch gave Lilo a kiss on the lips as a good morning token before leaving the dome. Lilo collected her tinted yellow shirt and a pair of lavender stretching shorts.
She rode the elevator to leave the dome and met up with Stitch standing in front of the kitchen. He eyed the clothing she had gathered in her arms.
"Taking a bath?" He asked her.
"Yep. I'll be there for breakfast later." Lilo responded as she turned to the direction of the bathroom. Stitch reached out to grasp her hand.
"You're not going to chase me around the house anymore to get me in the bathtub?" Stitch interrogated.
Lilo blushed. "Well with these new feelings we have for each other, don't you think it'll be a bit… uh… uncomfortable?"
Stitch grinned. "Lilo, we always bathe together. Besides, I can control myself you know."
Lilo laughed. "I know that, but…"
"If you feel uncomfortable, then I'll bathe after you're done. I can understand. Especially about the deal with Sparky." Stitch reassured, kissing her cheek lovingly.
"I trust you Stitch." Lilo smiled. "I just thought you would be more comfortable."
"Lilo, I'm comfortable with you in any form. Come on, if you're okay with us still bathing together, then let's go have a bath." Stitch replied as he grabbed her hand and tugged her to the bathroom.
"Well, if you promise to be a good boy." Lilo replied teasingly, kissing him briefly before locking themselves in the bathroom.
"Trust me buchee-bu, I won't do anything to you that would make you feel uncomfortable." Stitch promised as he started the water.
He turned to see Lilo had already discarded her nightgown and began walking towards him. Stitch smiled at her boldness. Before, she waited until she was covered with soap bubbles to hide her important parts of her body. Now here she was, complete exposed to him, for only his eyes to see.
She walked up to him and cupped his chin, kissing his lips shortly. "I trust you."
Stitch grinned and grasped her hand to lead her over to the bathtub.
(A/N: Very uncomfortable scene for me to write, but I just wanted to make it seem that Lilo does trust him. I'm making these fluffy Lilo/Stitch chapters for a reason. They might be the last before something bad happens.)
A couple hours later, Lilo and Stitch finished their breakfast, practice, and their common routine. Stitch asked Lilo if she wanted to go see Angel. He wanted to apologize to her about his behavior towards Slyther. Besides, he couldn't protect her very well if she just banned him from the house.
Ten minutes later, they were at the door. Lilo knocked at the door, but no one answered. They called out to Angel, hoping she or Slyther would open the door. Stitch and Lilo gazed at each other with shared concern. Stitch turned the knob, which was thankfully, unlocked. Lilo had a worried expression on her face as she and Stitch strolled briskly inside the house.
The two started screaming for Angel, but they never got a reply. Suddenly, Lilo spotted Angel's purse left forgotten on the couch. Lilo knew Angel wasn't a very quiet person, so there was no way she would live in this house with it so silent. She also knew her friend would already be awake by now, so there was no way she could still be sleeping. Moreover, Angel never goes anywhere without her purse.
"Stitch, I think something's wrong." Lilo whimpered. "Angel never leaves without her purse. She doesn't like the quiet and she must be awake by now."
Stitch growled. "Slyther! I bet he has something to do with this. Lilo, stay here buchee-bu. I don't want you to get in danger."
"B-But Stitch!" Lilo protested.
He put a finger to her lips. "No buchee-bu, just stay here. I'll be back."
With that, he left the house. Lilo watched terrified as her boyfriend exited the house.
Meanwhile, Master decided to surprise Lilo with his attack. He went into the kitchens to make a small breakfast for Slyther. He dropped off the plate of burnt toast and a little jar of water in Slyther's room, where Drea and Angel's bodies littered the floor.
Without uttering a word, Master turned away from the room. He left the Edmond's house and started off to Angel's house, eager to see if Lilo was now good at fighting and using her powers. He managed to avoid 626 and scurry past him to Angel's house. He kicked down the door, hearing a startled cry from the kitchen. He strolled inside the house, striding to the kitchen. There, he saw Lilo with an apple in her hand.
"Master!" Lilo yelled as she put down the apple.
"Hello Lilo." He sneered. "It's been a long time hasn't it?"
"What do you want?" Lilo asked as she began backing away.
He answered her question with a scowl and lunged at her.